*please remember, this work has nothing to do with or about or towards the blogger mentioned, simply that I used their blog name/title/tagline as a writing prompt.

Thanks, B. Here’s #mygifttoyou

I absolutely adore the way you are so real, holding nothing back, open and honest in all your self-loathing and need to bury the pain and beauty beneath your Ativan and applesauce. The way you make no apologies, just: hey, this is me. Like it or leave. That. Right there. I wish there was more of that in this world. ~tara

Fuck, and I believe you, Tara. I feel like JP, from Grandma’s Boy, hiding behind my duster jacket, against the wall, saying, “How did they see me.”
That’s such a random reference, and if you know it, I’ll love you forever haha.
Thanks T, you’re awesome.